till poor Orlando felt positively ashamed of the second finger of her left hand without in the least knowing why. At this moment Bartholomew came in to ask which dress she should lay out for dinner, and Orlando, whose senses were much quickened, instantly glanced at Bartholomew’s left hand, and instantly perceived what she had never noticed before⁠—a thick ring of rather jaundiced yellow circling the third finger where her own was bare.

“Let me look at your ring, Bartholomew,” she said, stretching her hand to take it.